“You haven’t been kind to yourself. You must deal more gently with yourself.” He nuzzled into her palm. “I have you to be kind to me. I have you to deal with me in any manner you wish.” “I’d like to domesticate you just a little,” she said, holding her thumb and forefinger a half-inch apart. “But not so much that you would feel like a lap dog.” “I wouldn’t mind.” Amusement glinted in his eyes. “It all depends on the lap.”
